MyOldFriend

By Zoe Horne

He tried.

He was weird. He made mistakes. He wasn’t like the others

He was not a dime a dozen. He was not wrong, just different. He was curious and easily distracted He wanted to help anyone and everyone. He was more than what people told him he was. He missed the people who left him.

He was misunderstood He was my friend. He will always be my friend.

He is too busy to spend all his time with me anymore

I’m happy for him, but I miss him and I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing him.

“Want to meet up for lunch today?”

I guess he missed his old friend too.

by Elliot Suttman